Red Skull Novels & Stories

Above them, the ceiling cracked open, revealing a starless sky that pulsed like a beating heart. Nihareth lifted both arms. "Bring me the final relic." A female follower approached, cradling an ornate golden skull wreathed in thorns. She knelt and offered it forward, her hands trembling. "The Skull of Orun, taken from the old vault in the east." Nihareth took it with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He turned to the altar and placed the skull into the hollow at its center. The air turned colder instantly. The ground beneath them shook.

“Let’s just try to find our way from here.” But it was like he didn’t hear me at all. He climbed up onto the porch. “Hey, man, say something at least! What, did you fall asleep or what?” He stepped closer and tugged the hood down — and I couldn’t hold back a scream of horror. Konstantin himself jumped back in shock. Under the hood was a skull — a human skull — tilted slightly to the side. “Holy shit…” he muttered under his breath, stepping back. I clapped a trembling hand over my mouth, trying not to sob.

The Revenant raised their hands to defend, ice forming in complex patterns. Kael crawled through the chaos. Nobody noticed him. Too small, too weak to be a threat. He reached the Revenant’s feet and grabbed an ankle. Golden light exploded from his hands. The Revenant screamed. Their form flickered, the fog-like quality burning away. What remained was human. A woman, maybe fifty, with grey hair and eyes that burned with fanatic intensity. And the bone crown wasn’t a crown at all. It was part of her skull. Grown into the bone. Fused permanently.

The skull guy from earlier comes into the room, the door clanging as it opens. He's still wearing the skull mask and he stands there watching us. Everything about him makes my skin crawl. He's wearing all black with a lion print jacket, and his hand stays on the door for a moment before he strides in. Thankfully he doesn't go behind me and instead half-sits on the table. "I got a reply so fast," he chuckles, his voice muffled behind the mask. "Apparently one of you is very important to Zver."

Then, she carefully made rough sketches on the parchments, before sticking them on the soft wooden wall with pins, beside Amelia’s sketches. “These are our challenges.” Lillia pointed at Amelia’s sketches, then at the mask, and the cracked wolf skull she had just sketched. “The culprit, Elder Greyson’s true purpose for Veil Night. And Alpha Dante.” She paused, examining the sketch with the crack wolf skull more closely. “Selene, if I can remember how you described the rogue clan, there is a cracked wolf skull in their crest, right?” “Yes. Crimson red. A cracked wolf skull, and fangs.” Selene answered Lillia. “Why?”

Jenson reluctantly held back his temper and said, “Well, explain it then.” Savannah said, “The skulls represent death, yet the lotus represents redemption. The black on all sides of the card means that it can never be disclosed to the public. This means that one of your close relatives who has come back to life from the dead is a healer who rescues people from hardships. But this person’s identity can never be disclosed. Otherwise, it’ll cause a bloodbath.” Jenson’s eyes that were initially filled with impatience were now replaced by surprise. The person Savannah was referring to was obviously Baby Zetty.

She screamed in dismay and pointed behind Alex while shivering. Alex and Luna turned their heads instinctively. When they saw that scene, they immediately took a few steps backwards. After that, they watched the skull burrow out of the soil. Alex did not take action immediately as he wanted to find out what this thing actually was. As a result, that thing jumped vigorously and crawled out of the ground. It was really a skeleton. The dense mass of white bones were covered in Yin energy. The creepiest part was that there was a faint red glow in its dark eye sockets, making it seem extremely creepy.

Deep in the dark places where no one cares to look, Warren felt like he belonged with the Laughing skulls. The roar of the engines and the camaraderie poke at his need to be accepted by other humans. He knew better, of course. The Laughing Skulls lived to spread their message of hate, and it made the teen sick to his stomach.

She placed a hand on his arm and slowly lowered it. The pile of rags shook, then rose. It was a skeleton wearing a filthy, moth-eaten hospital gown. White, moss-encrusted wisps of hair hung from a head little more than a skull. Folds of leather opened where the eye sockets were. Ice-blue eyes stared from the skull. “Hello, daughter,” rasped the remains.

There was fire in her eyes, and her brownish-black hair was braided, falling long over her shoulder, slightly passing her waist. "Are these the men?" Kathryn asked. Gold nodded. The flesh of one of the men fell to the ground with a splash like a piece of clothing had been removed, revealing his skeleton which remained standing, displaying yellow teeth, giving off the horrid smile his put-out flesh once concealed. The men all felt like this was a dream, some pinched themselves hoping to wake up. The skeleton stepped forward over the mass of discarded flesh and blood, paused in its footsteps, and Rose Steele stepped out of the skeleton.